This is a song about "Swartz creek"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

In piss creek with rumble from your city

You don't mean that, you faggot

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Once i was done, i dragged her body to the creek.

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Body dumped in he creek and

This is something different

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

Leave you six deep, you piss weak peasant from shits creek, an yes i use profanity when i speak,

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek